Guilt

By Michael S., Sacramento, CA

Image Credit: Emma C., Gardner, MA

Too late the sun has setFor lowered eyes have noticedHow less the horizon flows gentlyCapturing the image of the nightIn the eyes of the unbornAnd the hearts of spaceTwinge at the sight of reflectionsWater crystals spray petalsOf pillowcases and comfortersBillowing wind turns tablesStooping low the branchesThat scrape at your concious